Time was still peaceful in Qingchuan Art Gallery.
Time didn't seem to leave any traces here, nor did it take anything away from here. The scenery was still tranquil.
Quiet and deep.
It was a painting with a clear and distant mood.
It was quiet and peaceful, without the slightest hint of abruptness.
It was as if it had existed since ancient times. The quiet atmosphere spread to every corner, making people feel comfortable.
The heart was undisturbed, and the six senses were pure.
At this time, Rukawa Sakura was kneeling in the room, making tea.
Across from her was her teacher, Ise Aokawa.
However, her expression was somewhat stunned.
"Aokawa-sensei … you … aren't … joking … with me … right?" She, who was always calm, lost her composure.
Ise Aokawa sipped her tea and smiled, "Sakura, do you think I'm joking with you?"
Actually, seeing this disciple who was always calm, as if nothing would happen even if the sky fell down, reveal such a shocked expression, he was secretly laughing in his heart.
Sigh, the disciple is too mature, the teacher is also very troubled ~
"But … I …" Rukawa Sakura's expression was complicated.
"Sakura, you've finished your apprenticeship.
I approve of you. "Ise Aokawa put down her teacup and said calmly, but her expression was very serious.
"Even if you've never planned to become a painter, and you don't have any plans to paint in your future, but — — it's up to you whether you want to paint or not. You can still treat it as a hobby. I don't require every disciple to become a painter, and make it their lifelong goal.
Painting itself requires inspiration, and can't be forced. An excellent painter, an excellent painting, can't be half-heartedly done. "
This was of course, but the problem was — —
Ise Aokawa stared at her youngest and last disciple, "But the disciple that I, Ise Aokawa, approve, I also want the world to approve!"
Her words were resolute and decisive, and Rukawa Sakura knew that there was no turning back.
It was an accident that she had accepted this disciple, and he had taken the initiative to find her.
However, he couldn't resist the fact that a young girl like her was so talented. As one grew older, one would always cherish talents.
Reality proved that his judgment was not wrong. She was very talented and had a good understanding of things. Her state of mind was calm and she was willing to work hard. She had everything that an excellent painter should have. He was very satisfied with her.
However, the most unfortunate thing was that this disciple did not have a stubborn heart.
It wasn't that he didn't love her, but that he didn't have the heart to cling to her.
Did she like painting?
Of course.
If she didn't love him, she wouldn't have been able to paint the paintings that had once satisfied him.
She had never brushed him off or brushed him off.
However, love did not mean dreams.
She liked painting and was willing to pay for it, but painting was not in her dreams.
Over the years, he had come to understand her temperament.
Perhaps it was more appropriate to say that this child had no dreams at all.
She didn't even know where her future was, so how could she talk about her dreams?
She didn't seem to have anything she wanted to do.
If you forced her to treat painting as a dream, she probably wouldn't reject it. With her standard, her achievements wouldn't be bad.
But in the end, he was still a little off.
He had always praised her for having a calm state of mind, which was what a painter should have. Compared to his eldest disciples, she was better.
However, in the end, he realized that she was too calm.
She didn't have the heart to pursue victory or defeat. She didn't have the heart to persist.
This wasn't what he wanted to see.
However, he couldn't force it.
It was fate that he was able to accept this disciple.
He wouldn't force it.
Since she couldn't fight for it for the rest of her life, then he would leave it to fate.
Perhaps, one day, she would figure it out on her own.
Perhaps, his old bones could still see it.
If not, he wouldn't have any regrets.
After all, she really liked painting. It was good that she could persevere as a painter. It was much better than those people who chased after fame and fortune.
This was already enough.
He had no doubt that even if it was just interest, she would persevere.
Because she liked it, she would definitely not give up.
Wasn't this very good?
"You little girl, you're usually so calm and collected. What's there to be indecisive about now?
Don't you trust this old man's judgment?
If I say it's okay, it's okay.
You don't have to think so much.
How about this, during this period of time, you can organize your previous paintings. I will personally choose the works to be exhibited.
You don't have to worry. Outsiders won't be able to find any problems with the works that I, Ise Aokawa, approve.
Even if there are some flaws, it's because you're too young. What can outsiders say?
What do they know?
To be able to reach the level that I approve of at your age is already something that outsiders can't do. What right do they have to say anything?
Believe in your teacher, you can do it. "
Rukawa Sakura looked at her teacher with a conflicted expression.
"If I don't put you in the eyes of the world, this old man will have a knot in his heart that I can't untie.
You're the disciple that I'm most proud of in my later years. You're probably the last disciple that I'll accept. No matter what, I have to let the world see you. "
Hearing her teacher say this, Rukawa Sakura wouldn't refuse.
She wasn't afraid. For her teacher, she had to give it her all.
Even if it was for the sake of her teacher's trust, she had to work hard to achieve this goal.
"Yes, teacher." Rukawa Sakura bowed down to thank her teacher. Her eyes were filled with determination, and there was no longer any hesitation or confusion.
"During this period of time, I will continue to work hard."
She had to seriously complete a few more works that would be recognized by others. She definitely wouldn't let down the name of "Painting Absolute Green River".